In my mind is a great thread.

Miles upon miles as far as the eye can see.

Wrapped all the way around the base of my dreams to the abyss of my anxiety and fear.

Coiled in elegant patterns unique to me.

Both random and ordered in a miraculous way.

Much more precious than common string.

***

The problem is when I do not watch it closely.

A strange phenomenon occurs when out of sight.

For when I look back again, it lies tangled in knots.

Stuck on itself like it had reformed in the worst possible way.

Thread that is almost completely unusable.

Unable to be followed properly around my head.

***

I am forced to sit and start the difficult process of fixing it.

I even need another pair of helping hands on occasion when I truly cannot find the end of the thread.

Slowly coaxing it to untangle.

Taking more time than I sometimes want to spend.

A process I never enjoy.

Continuing until everything is neatly patterned again in all its majesty.

***

I aspire to keep my eyes on it.

So it may never return to a mess again.

Confusion and frustration avoided.

The grief of starting over prevented.

But everyone has to blink eventually.

Then I will set to my work again with resigned focus for it needs to be done.